Twenty-eighth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

((All-over-the-place-dated, from this morning to whenever Raphael gets back from his mallynapping. Call it the 18th or so.))

((ETA: Ends on the 12th with Raphael's return.))

[Raph never comes out of his room this morning. Don knocks on his door as he goes to start the coffee. Comes back a few minutes later, bangs again, tells him it’s time to get up for school. Goes looking for the scattered pages of his homework.

Orbits past the room a third time, shouts that they’re going to be late. Gets impatient with the lack of response. Opens the door.

Finds the room completely trashed. The bed empty, the window wide open. The air is too still, too cold.

Don doesn’t go to school today.

He spends the morning moving around the house, cleaning, preparing. In the afternoon he heads out, a heavy pack over his shoulder.

For the rest of the day, the rest of the week, as long as it takes, Don can be found roaming Luceti, watchful for Raphael’s return. He’ll be in the woods and at the lakes, standing on roofs and circling the outskirts of the village. Some nights he’ll return home, some nights he won’t.

He’ll eat on the move. Rest in fitful catnaps. When he can’t walk anymore, he’ll sit in meditation, searching the astral plane for Raphael’s aura and shoring up his connection with the healing spirit. Then he’ll rise again to continue his lonely hunt. He won’t stop. Not until Raphael is home, and safe.]

((Name the place/day/time/any other scene-setting you feel like throwing in. Pretty much anything is fair game.))

Comments

[wise_maiden]

Most worlds seem to have a history along those lines. The lengths that people will go... [She shakes her head with a sigh.]

[after-march.livejournal.com]

Yours, too?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don walked in on the sad thing, but remained in the shadows between the living area and the back hallway, just listening. Now he clears his throat softly. Good evening, ladies.]

[wise_maiden]

... Yes, that's right. [At Donatello's noise though, she lifts her head up sharply, glancing for the source.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don steps into the light. He doesn't really want to, but it would be rude to lurk.]

Professor. [He bows.] I apologize for my absence. I'll make up the work as soon as I resolve some - family matters.

[wise_maiden]

Donatello...

... I understand. If there's anything I can do when he's found, please let me know.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[April just remains silent, stirring her tea. Letting teacher and student clear whatever needs to be cleared.]

[i_speak_softly]

[... Oh. She already knows.]

[Don moves forward to take a seat at the table.]

He'll - probably need a healer. I can't do it...

[wise_maiden]

You'll have to be in top form for everything else. Finding him, being there... I can take care of the healing, if it's needed.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

You don't have to do everything you know, Donatello. It--it doesn't have to all fall on those shoulders of yours. That weight is too heavy.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don rolls those same shoulders. He can be there. He can do this. He can trust Professor Sage to help him. This world can be awful, sometimes, but it has its bright spots too.]

I'll find him, Professor. I'll call you when I do.

[wise_maiden]

... Understood. Just be careful of your own limits, Donatello. He needs you to be healthy, too.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

Speaking of limits: I'm going to bed. I'm glad we got to speak again, Raine.

[At Donatello she simply nods. She hasn't been able to keep up with him since Raphael disappeared and she's a little frustrated by it.]

[i_speak_softly]

Good night...

[Don gets up and heads into the kitchen to rummage through the refrigerator. He needs a hot meal before he heads out again, and by his standards, "microwaved" counts as "hot".]

Today is one month. That's nearly a record, around here.

[wise_maiden]

Hm? [She's a little surprised when the other woman decides to make her exit, but if she really needed the rest, then it probably was the best thing.] I am as well. Good night, April.

[She tilts her head a little at Donatello.] A month? I didn't think it had been that long... [Unless he's referring to something else.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Nothing seems that long around here. He can't believe it's October already. But he's not sure what Raine is thinking of, so he clarifies.]

Since the last time I was sick.

OMG is that the clown painting in the background of that icon, Ami?

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[April heads for the door, hesitating in the shadows on the other side when she overhears Don's response. Is this considered eavesdropping? Should she stop? Or wait to hear the rest of his thoughts on that matter?]

[wise_maiden]

[She appreciates the clarification, so she nods.]

Ah, I see... do you tend to get ill often?

Yes it is and I totally used it in the other thread so shut up

[i_speak_softly]

Five times since I got here. It hasn't even been eight months.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[What? Don never told her that!]

[wise_maiden]

... All the more reason for you to take care of yourself now.

[i_speak_softly]

[Keep listening, April. You might hear something you didn't know.]

To be fair, only three of those times were my fault. The other two were unpreventable.

[He pulls a container from the refrigerator and sticks it in the microwave, barely even looking to see what it is.]

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[Yes, still listening, but now pressed against the wall and really hoping NOT to be detected.]

[wise_maiden]

... Indeed.

How have things... been, since that last time? Aside from this current situation, of course.

[i_speak_softly]

In between? A brief interlude of relative peace and quiet.

[April, you're hiding from a ninja. A tense a hyper-alert ninja. You have most definitely been detected.]